by Edward Thomas (1878 - 1917)
The bridge
Language: English
I have come a long way to-day: On a strange bridge alone, Remembering friends, old friends, I rest, without smile or moan, As they remember me without smile or moan. All are behind, the kind And the unkind too, no more To-night than a dream. The stream Runs softly yet drowns the Past, The dark-lit stream has drowned the Future and the Past. No traveller has rest more blest Than this moment brief between Two lives, when the Night's first lights And shades hide what has never been, Things goodlier, lovelier, dearer, than will be or have been.
Authorship:
- by Edward Thomas (1878 - 1917), "The bridge" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Ivor (Bertie) Gurney (1890 - 1937), "The bridge", 1920 [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
- by Elaine Hugh-Jones (b. 1927), "The bridge", 2008 [ voice and piano ], from Strange Journey: Songs of Edward Thomas, no. 4 [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2012-09-09
Line count: 15
Word count: 98